[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Simo and Harry finally saw Ginny. She was lying motionless on the cold ground, with her long fiery red hair hanging on her shoulders, as if she was in a deep sleep, almost lifeless.

Ximo was taken aback for a moment, and then ran over quickly. She knelt on the ground and held her cold hand tightly.

Simo took a deep breath, feeling that her breathing was beginning to become unsteady.

Harry also grabbed Ginny's shoulders excitedly, and his voice began to tremble, with a trace of panic: "Ginny, what's wrong with you? Ginny, cheer up!"

"He won't wake up." At this moment, a cold voice sounded slowly behind Simo.

The voice was like a cold siege of ice, almost without a trace of warmth.

Ximo turned her head and looked over blankly. It was an extremely handsome young man. He casually leaned aside, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and those eyes, as black as cold pools, seemed to make people sink into it.

He smiled and said, but his tone was extremely relaxed, as if he was saying another trivial matter: "It won't be long before Ginny Weasley will die, and I will eventually be resurrected."

"You're Tom." Harry stood up slowly at this moment.He stared directly at the boy's gaze as deep as a cold pool.It seems to want to find a trace of suspiciousness from him.

Of course, Simo didn't know who Tom was. He had only vaguely heard Harry mention the owner of the diary, Tom.

But she stood up too, standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry.

The young man still looked at them with a smile, his eyes seemed to be looking at prey, with a bloodthirsty luster, he waved his wand and slowly gestured in the air, a line of words gradually appeared in front of their eyes

"I am Voldemort."

Voldemort!

Harry's pupils constricted instantly, and there was hardly a trace of blood on his face.He clenched his hands tightly and almost took a step forward with difficulty.

This is the murderer who killed his parents! !

Unexpectedly, a phoenix cry resounded throughout the secret room at this time, and a fiery red phoenix suddenly descended from the sky, its wings bloomed rapidly in the entire cold secret room like a burning flame.

That beautiful red phoenix suddenly threw a tattered hat to the ground,

It turned out to be the sorting hat!

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and sneered coldly, "This is what Dumbledore gave his protector, a bird and a broken hat, Harry Potter, do you really think you are safe?"

As he said that, he suddenly burst out laughing wildly, that smile was hysterical and nervous:

"We are all half-bloods. Maybe we should try. But your most beloved Dumbledore may not have time to protect his two most loyal students."

Speaking of the face of the statue behind Voldemort suddenly moved, Seymour and Harry watched in extreme horror as its mouth opened wider and wider, like a black vortex, which made people sink into it.

Harry covered Simo's eyes all at once, and he shouted in panic, "Don't look, it's a basilisk!"

Seymour could feel the basilisk's heavy body gliding across the dusty ground.That rubbing sound made the scalp tingle.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind brushed past Simo's ears.

The basilisk attacked Harry! ! !

But at the moment of the attack, Simo pushed Harry away with all his strength,

Due to excessive force, she fell to the cold floor. Ximo closed her eyes tightly, and the pain on her body had long been ignored.

Are you going to die like this?

However, I didn't expect that at this time, the red phoenix screamed and flew high, quickly pecking the basilisk's eyes blind.

When Simo opened his eyes.

Only she and Voldemort were left in the Chamber of Secrets.

Simo subconsciously looked at Ginny lying on the ground, and pursed her lips. She suddenly wished that she could faint too.

Voldemort walked slowly to Seymour, still smiling slightly, and his voice was as slow as a cello aria:

"Maybe I should call you Miss Finnigan... you know? Little Ginny mentioned you in her diary. Oh, what a cute little witch, it's a pity that you have dirty Muggle blood running through you."

When he said this, his eyebrows suddenly frowned, as if thinking of something painful and disgusting, but he quickly returned to cruelty and coldness.

Simo felt that she had never been so scared. She froze there, her mind was almost blank, she grabbed her robe tightly, her knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Staring at his dark eyes like deep pools, Simo said slowly: "Aren't you the same? Dirty Muggle blood is flowing from your body."

Voldemort glanced at Seymour with a half-smile, then suddenly grabbed her neck tightly and lifted her up.

At that moment, Ximo's neck suddenly felt a painful suffocation, and this painful feeling entangled her tightly like a poisonous snake.

Voldemort laughed loudly: "Look at your frightened eyes, you beg me for mercy, maybe I will show mercy and let you go."

Simo had never felt that death was so close to her. She said with difficulty: "You can kill me easily, but there are countless people like me in this world."

As long as there are such people, the dawn will eventually come.

At this moment, the strength on the neck suddenly tightened, and the suffocation once again swept over Ximo.

Simo's breathing was almost condensed, she closed her eyes, and said word by word:

"Even if you are resurrected, so what? You are destined to linger in the dark."

Voldemort looked at Seymour and laughed suddenly, he let go of his hand all of a sudden, and Seymour fell to the ground with a "bang", and the feeling of regaining her breath made her dizzy before her eyes.

Voldemort crouched in front of Simo, staring into her eyes, as if through her eyes, he saw the thoughts deep in her brain, he said slowly: "Are you thousands and thousands of you? Maybe I should be satisfied first This little wish of yours."

At this moment, Voldemort pressed his wand against Simo's neck fiercely, and then her body was quickly bounced up and hit the stone wall heavily.

Simo felt a hot flow from her forehead, and the severe pain extended to her limbs, making her shiver.

Simo covered her forehead, and it turned out that her hands were covered with blood. She endured the pain and crawled towards Ginny bit by bit.

At this moment, the basilisk suddenly emerged from the water, and Simo almost used all her strength to hold Ginny and rolled aside, avoiding the attack of the basilisk.

Her consciousness was slightly blurred, and she lay powerlessly on the ground.

……

When Simo woke up, she saw herself lying weakly in Harry's arms, surrounded by a mess, but quietly as if nothing had happened.

"Is it over? Harry."

"It's over, it's over," Harry smiled reassuringly at Seymour.

His glasses had a lot of scratches, and his hair was messed up and messed up.

Simo pursed her lips. She touched her forehead subconsciously, but found that the wound had healed. Simo looked at Harry in surprise.

Harry tilted his head to look at the red phoenix, and said softly, "It's Fox's tears."

It looked at Simo with its head tilted, and seemed to be smiling.

After going out, Simo didn't expect that Dumbledore wanted to see her alone. She saw the sorting hat and the phoenix.

The sorting hat said to her: "Miss Finnigan, it seems that my sorting is correct. The children of Ravenclaw know how to protect themselves, not like you..."

Simo licked her dry lips, and she showed a sincere smile: "Thank you, Mr. Sorting Hat, I am really happy to be in Gryffindor."

At this time Dumbledore came over, looking at Simo through his sharp and bright blue eyes through the half-moon eyes:

"Dear Miss Finnigan, would you like a pile of cockroaches?"

Simo shook her head, "Principal, I prefer Mao Maoya mints."

Dumbledore smiled lovingly: "It's a pity, I don't have this kind of sugar here, but I bought some new varieties. You can try it."

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of candies from the drawer and put them in Simo's palm.Then he smiled and winked at her. : "I'm very glad that Harry has such a good friend as you, you are very brave."

Simo lowered her head and said slowly: "I'm sorry principal, I'm actually very scared. I'm afraid to leave everyone. I don't want to die at all."

"Everyone will be afraid, but when you protect your friends regardless of danger, you are destined to be a real Gryffindor."

Dumbledore still looked at Simo with a smile:

"I'm so proud of you."

With the approval of this great old man, Ximo's eyes were slightly moist. She hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said with some entanglement: "Principal, can I make a small request."

Dumbledore nodded lovingly, encouraging Seymour to continue.

"Well, I...I was once deducted thirty points by Professor Snape, can I..." Seymour opened her bright eyes.He looked at Dumbledore with some apprehension, but also some expectation.

As a result, Dumbledore suddenly laughed out loud: "Good boy, don't worry."

……

A lot of things happened in the school again, such as Dobby was free, Lucius was expelled from the board, and Draco was no longer so arrogant.

Nor did Sime expect to run into Draco in the school corridor.There was a mocking smile in his gray-blue eyes: "What's the matter, is Miss Finnigan coming to show off her heroic deeds?"

Draco has been silent these days because of his father's affairs, and rarely finds fault with Gryffindor, but Simo doesn't know why he was the first to provoke him.

Draco was leaning against the window, with his hands in his pockets, his whole body was bathed in the sunlight, and his facial features were not clearly seen by the sunlight, but he vaguely felt that his eyebrows and eyes were becoming more and more serious.

Simo looked at Draco, her voice was so serious that she couldn't even notice it:

"It's not like the Malfoy I know. Did you just give up so easily? Since you hate us so much, you should do better!"

Draco froze for a moment, he stood there fixedly, looked at Simo as if researching, his face regained the previous haughty look:

"Finnigan, you don't need to remind us that the members of the Malfoy family will never admit defeat."

Simo didn't know why she said that, maybe she felt that Draco, who didn't come to provoke him, made life less fun.

In the end, Gryffindor won the House Cup again, and Simo saw Dumbledore wink at her from the teacher's table.Hermione was back with them too, and it would all be over.

Because of these friends, Simo suddenly really thanked the Sorting Hat for sending her to Gryffindor, but here she gained the best friendship.

The author has something to say: In fact, I never wanted Ximo to participate in the Iron Triangle, but I wrote them together unconsciously.

The 12-year-old girl actually has faith and has a passion.

She felt that she couldn't be sorry for being a Gryffindor.

Born to be brave.

The second grade is coming to an end, and everyone is finally growing up.

Brother Ma is not combing his back hair anymore 23333

This book also fulfills one of my dreams, I want to use cheats so that none of my favorite characters will die